OLD GAMES

I thought I could be the influencer,

But my emotions got the better of me.

I became the one who was being played,

And who am I fooling?

Smiling, eyes trained on the T.V,

I’m a child.

Outside the door I go,

7AM and hopeful,

The music influences me.

I come back,

Crushed, and why?

There’s truth behind both masks,

Yet deceit also.

Games,

I longed to play,

Are now only reminders of pain,

Of things that cannot be.

But I’m running out of time,

Who are you?

The world stopped asking that…

Long ago.

Oh well…

✾themeekarestillhere✾

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